But the *guy* was a jerk. Right.
But the *guy* was a jerk. Right.
Put it on my tab. Put it on my tab. Put it on my tab.
Don't. It's horrible.
Shockingly, they didn't give Stump's solo album a glowing review.
It's jocky butt-rock, which is why ESPN nuked everyone's ears with REMEMBER MEEEEEE FOR CENTURIEEEEEEES over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and…
Album of the Year, certainly.
This place and Fall Out Boy, I swear.
No, mother, it's just the Northern lights.
I'm Idaho!
Kill my boss? Do I dare live the American dream?
Used to have an '01 Jeep that was the same way. I live in the city so the FM transmitter never worked for shit, either.
"I'm Not" is my choice.
We're that band, Radiohead.
"Sleater-Kinney’s last record, the ***just-okay*** The Woods"
Dennis and Dee's Real Dad Diddles Kids
We're that band, Radiohead.
Finally watched this last night. It's lousy.
Finally watched this last night. It's lousy.
Life. It's literally all we have. But is it any good?
"It's Critter Christmas, dude, it sucks ass." is still something I use in regular conversation.